Hi Guys,
It's been awhile, but I have jumped off a cliff from a 40-50 foot height into a blue pool of water. It was funny. I was nude with a bunch of hippies and I was hesitating. One of the males said, "Come on Pandora, show some balls!" I pointed down to my genitalia and smiled. He replied, "Show some ovaries." I laughed and jumped off the cliff.
Now, although I have expressed some interest in such activities as bungee jumping or parachuting, the truth is that Nemo Amicus forbids me to do this. We do not forbid each other much but we do have veto power in our relationship and he has vetoed this idea for me in the past . . .
During periods of my past I have explored extreme and edgy behaviors in a search for altered states of consciousness. This frequently involved extreme acts of trust and facing fears . . .
But,
joebono is closer to the mark. I think he and I may be in a similar boat. I can only speak for myself.
Hate to say it but "facing my fears" is the lesat of my problems. I must reiterate that I am in my 40's. Not wise, but four decades of experience, good and bad. I can take bad trips and come back for more. I can shake off major trauma in days or weeks rather than months or years these days. I possess a resliliency of character and will that is a result of my life experiences to date.
I have recently made tremendous breakthroughs on my one remaining phobic fear. I still feel the squirt of adrenalin, but can separate myself from it as it all seems so petty and small time compared to what I've been up to lately.
How did my husband and brother put it: You play with fire you may get burned. I nod and reply: You play with fear and you may get panic attacks!
The problem is NOT in the conscious mind, though I am no longer able to get my conscious mind to cooperate with the need to surrender. The root is deeper. The limbic system. What Zarkov (Notes from the Underground) calls the reptile brain.
It had its beginnings in the conscious mind, I'd be the first to admit. But now it is rooted in the core. This has been very fascinating and odd as I never really had any experience with panic or anxiety before. I no longer have symptoms in consensual reality. I am still able to occassionally face a dose but the results are repeating. For me the difficulty comes with closed eye during the build up and at the peak. The panic becomes unmanageable, regardless of trip content. I open my eyes and simply "endure" what should be a very beautiful experience, working on not hyperventilating. I'm caught in a Pavlovian loop.
My only regret: Pushing it so hard last December! Facing my fears, over and over and over, night after night. Programmed/conditioned that reptile brain real good.
I would humbly suggest a break and some major integration time. I personally need to look into breathing exercises and relearn how to let go and not just my self, my life, but also my loves, my possessions. I am back at the very beginning of the base of the learning curve.
antrocles: Loved your post. Let me hazard a guess - were you a hardcore fan of J. Michael Strazynski's "Babylon 5" series in the mid-1990's as Nemo Amicus and I were? I thought of John Sheridan being down the pit between life and death, between tick and tock. . .
Morphane: Wow. What can I say? I was floored by your post. I am neither enlightened nor chosen. If anyone comes close to that in these forums I would have to vote for antrocles. I am simply a middle aged woman who was burned out and looking for some sort of novelty and meaning in life. It's just that I came into this with a full toolbox, i.e. a tremendous background in all types of science fiction and a very well developed imagination. Hell, I don't even need alkaloids to hallucinate.
But, something wonderful has happened. My conversion sticks. I have been shown something wonderful and I will not forget. Regardless of what the future holds I now feel that I can live out the second half of my life and face my death with a feeling of contentment, happiness and satisfaction. Somehow I received the healing I asked for, that I needed. It's just that it came in a very, very surprising form.
Peace & Love,
Pandora